| Part 2-Dwight Stevenson Saga | | | Author: | | | IP: | h0010b59XXXX | | Date: | 02/01/01 11:02 | | Game Type: | Other | | Labels: | none | | Report Rating: , # of Ratings: 1, Max: 5, Min: 5
Lifetime Rating for SixtyWATZ: 4.0000 |  | Hi and welcome to Part 2 of the Dwight Stevenson Saga. Currently our hero has been recruited for an elite operatives group. His past is still surrounded in some mystery and his first mission is about to be launched. PS. The First part was entitled “A fanfic based on SC”
PART 2
WELCOME TO THE ACTION PRIVATE!
Stevenson piled into the dropship along with Butch, a tank, Rica, Johnson and Riker. The dropship was uncomfortably tight, and smelled of a distinct odor Stevenson could not figure out.
“Gum?” Johnson yelled at Stevenson.
“EXCUSE ME?” Stevenson replied.
“GUM MAN YOU CHEW IT IN YOUR MOUTH,” Johnson yelled over the loud roaring engine as the Dropship started up. “IT CALMS YOU DOWN MAN HAVE SOME!”
“SURE,” Stevenson replied as he took a stick from Johnson. Stevenson started chewing it and realized that it had a minty freshness to it. He looked out the window and saw the airbase slowly disappear as he departed to his first mission.
At this time Stevenson was still very confused about why he had been chosen. He wondered why in this whole army of soldiers, he had been the one with the perfect record. The perfect strength to be the one to undertake this mission. Slowly in his state of confusion he drifted off into a deep sleep.
*****
“YOUR UP STEVENSON,” a voice yelled.
“SIR YES SIR,” Dwight screamed.
In his mind flashes of blood encircled Dwight’s mind. Hint’s of another mans eyes zoomed in and out of Dwight’s eyes. Suddenly a sudden flash of a knife blade came into view.
“AHHHHHH!!!” Dwight screamed. “THE PAIN!!!”
The next thing Dwight saw was a young man laying dead under him and all he could feel was the sharp pain in his arm.
*****
“HEY BOY YOU ALRIGHT?,”
Dwight awakened and glanced at his arm.
“Huh what?” Stevenson asked.
“You drifted to sleep buddy. We’re about 5 miles away from the drop point. ETA 10 minutes.
“Oh ok thanks,” Stevenson replied still in daze from what he realized was a dream. After he was finally alert Stevenson took another glance at his arm. He lifted up his sleeve and looked at his skin. Something was wrong it seemed like there was a scar of some sort.
“OK BOYS HERE WE GO!” Johnson yelled. “I’m acting as team leader this run! As soon as we land we got to get off this ship ASAP. As far as we know this could be a live area and I want it surveyed inside and out. IM TALKIN FULL CAVITY SEARCH CHECK THIS LAND UP AND DOWN! Than when we feel it’s safe were going to start on our mission! Am I clear on this soldiers!”
“SIR YES SIR,” group yelled in unison.
“Let’s rock and roll,” the pilot yelled as she began to decrease attitude.
Quickly the dropship fell at an abnormal speed. It was Dwight’s first drop and he was beginning to get that rookie’s feeling when any newbie makes his first drop.
“Cmon’ suck it up son,” Riker yelled.
“9:1 THE KID PUKES!” Butch yelled.
“9:1 Butch has never been laid,” screamed Rica. The team burst in laughter as the Dropship finished its descent.
“Not bad kid, not bad at all,” Johnson said to Dwight when he realized he hadn’t freaked out or threw up his lunch. “NOW LETS GOGOGO!” Johnson barked.
Quickly the team surveyed the area. Looking around each corner of the land the team finally reported in.
“All clear sir,” Rica said.
“Quieter than Rica’s house on Saturday night,” Butch said.
“Hey fat boy! Make some worse jokes ok?” Rica replied.
“FACK YOU RICA,” Butch said backing down,
“Clear,” Dwight said.
“WHERES RIKER?” Johnson barked. The group stared around and realized he wasn’t even in eye site. Suddenly out of nowhere...
“BANG!”
“OOOOOOO FACK,” a voice screamed out. Itwas Riker.
“LETS MOVE PEOPLE!!!,” Johnson screamed. Quickly the team deployed. Johnson took the point, Rica came next, than Dwight, and Butch took up the rear. Unfortunately Butch had not prepped his tank and was on foot at an abnormally slow speed.
“CMON FATTY LETS GO!” Rica exclaimed.
“HEY FACK YOU RICA!” Butch barked back.
“CHRIST YOU TWO DO I HAVE TO SEPARATE YOU LIKE A BUNCH OF KIDS IN TIME OUT!” Johnson screamed.
“SIR NO SIR,” Rica and Butch said both backing down. Finally they heard the moaning. Along with it was a distinct scratching noise. Something that all the other team knew but what Dwight would just learn.
“O MAN WHAT THE FACK MAN THIS IS IT MAN O MAN DAMNT MAN!” Butch screamed.
“WILL YOU GET A HOLD OF YOURSELF SOLDIER!” Johnson barked.
“Nothing medical attention can do for Riker,” Rica said beginning to feel utter sorrow. Dwight was coming up after checking the teams backs and he looked down. He saw one of the most grotesque scenes in his life.
“Oh my GOD!” Dwight said in utter disgust. He couldnt hold it back. Maybe it was the descent of the dropship finally tanking toll, or maybe it was just this sight of something so terribly wrong. Rikers innards were torn here and there. His guts lay next to him. All of this in one bloody mess. Dwight puked up everything he had.
It was a zergling attack. Must have been a scout because there wasn’t any sign of more than one. Riker must had fired at it but was too late because the zergling got near him. Luckily Riker got his last shot off. Even if this is so, how did Riker die to a single zergling.
“Better get use to it kid we see this a lot,” Butch said. “Ok Grave detail I suppose,” Butch said.
“WAIT NO!” Johnson yelled. “Get out of here NOW!”
“Excuse me sir you mean just leave him?” Butch asked.
“YES NOW LETS MOVE!” Johnson yelled again. Suddenly Dwight knew what had happened. It was an enemy tactic described in the field manual. Zerglings hardly ever attack when scouting, so it must have been an ambush. Of course the enemy expected the team to go see what happened to there teammate. This is when they would hide and ambush the team when they went to go help there friend.
“CMON PICK UP THE PACE!” Johnson ordered. He turned around to see who was trailing. Obviously it was Butch, but behind him Johnson saw the mass. It couldn’t have been more than 30. However, 30 in this open area was enough to finish you in a second. Johnson looked around.
“EVERYONE SPREAD OUT! STEVENSON TAKE COVER THERE! RICA OVER THERE! BUTCH GET TO YOUR TANK WELL COVER YOU!” Johnson screamed. Everyone did as ordered and the carnage began
The Zerglings filed in. Johnson picked off two of them. The zerglings spotted the fire and went charging. Rica who was equipped with only optical flare began blinding the zerglings. She dropped many sonic flash bangs in the mass of lings and they became very confused. Stevenson emptied fire on the lings. He looked at his clip count as it slowly depleted. Some of the zerglings where still conscious of there surroundings. They began to maneuver the fire. They split up, some at Johnson and some at Stevenson. Johnson spotted the maneuver and began to pick off the ones heading to him. Dwight was still reloading his weapon, when the mass came charging. He whipped out his field issued stim pack and injected it into him. His body became fused with adrenaline. His face went deep red with anger.
“GET SOME!” Dwight screamed as he laid fire on the zerglings. “YEAH YOU WANT THIS COME HERE GET SOME RIGHT HERE YEAH YOU!” Quickly the zerglings fell until the last one dropped to the ground. Stevenson’s stim pack began to wear off and his mind became clear from thoughts of only war. He realized what had happened and looked around for his other team mates.
“DEPLOYING SIEGE SIR!” Butch said coming over the radio. The gears of the siege tank fell to the ground. Butch laid fire onto the zerglings, and out of the fire ran Johnson.
“CHECK YOUR FIRE BUTCH,” Johnson screamed on the radio, his voice hinted with a little relief realizing he had survived. The remaining zerglings fled off into the mountains. “SHIT!” Johnson yelled. “I HOPE THEY DON’T ALERT THERE ARMY THAT WERE HERE!”
“They coulda been a mercenary group Sir,” Rica said as she began to heal up Johnson.
“I don’t think so, they were using standard zergling military tactics. I could be wrong though.”
Butch hopped out of the tank. “MMMMmmmMMMM The smell of fried zergling cookin under the shells of my Arclite Shock cannon.
“Thanks Butch,” Johnson said.
“Anytime Sir I know you’ve saved my ass plenty of times.” Butch said. Johnson began to finish the healing process.
“Oh my this feels good. Maybe we should do this more often Lieutenant Rica?”
“In your dreams sir,” Rica replied disgusted of the Male macho attitude that was so abundantly present in today’s army.
“Yes Rica you will be.” Johnson said smiling at Rica. “Anyways folks, we’ve had our fun today. We should had back and find Riker and give him a ceremony. Than we’ll get as far as we can until nightfall. After that we’ll hit the sack. We’ll do night watch intervals so that way we’ll be safe. Now let’s move out.” Johnson said. The team agreed and went about there objectives. Night fell and it was time to get some much needed rest.
Rica was finishing up her transmission to home base when Dwight came out.
“It’s my turn Rica.” Dwight said. Rica nodded and headed into her tent to goto sleep. Dwight patrolled around the area thinking about today’s events. He wondered why he had felt so confident going into battle. When he had fought it was like he was in a whole different world. It was almost like, his destiny...
This is the end of part 2. I hope you enjoyed it. I tried my best so thats all i can give you :-P. Please give me some feedback. ALSO IM PUTTING THIS IN ALL CAPS SO MAYBE TMAC WILL READ IT. TMAC DON’T RATE THIS A 4 WHEN YOU DIDNT EVEN READ IT THX JACK FACK!
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